Drowning in unpleasant memories

Hola, amigos. I was going to write about something but I've forgotten it. I do miss dancing, I wonder how that came to be. Maybe one day I'll lose my mind, or at least the part that cares about what other people think, and just dance wherever the hell I want with my iPod. Ribs are much better now, but getting into and out of bed is still a wincing chore. Today I spent much of the day in a stupor, attempting to wait out a hangover. It's damned how upset I can get sometimes, over nothing, just through thinking and replaying events in my head. I seem to always remember the things I dislike, that I regret and lament, waves of unpleasant memories drowning me, so much so that I cannot remember the good times that I've had. For whatever reason only the bad ones stick out, preventing me from enjoying any reminisces. It's an odd thing. Is it me trying to remember mistakes I've made so that I can avoid them in the future? Tortuous, these memories. Maybe that's why I turn to video games -- one cannot remember anything bad about a world in which you have unlimited life, unlimited scope to make mistakes. But alas, life is not so forgiving with the sprinkling, the barest sprinkling, of chances given.

You know what else is odd? Why is it that whenever some speakers or headphones get a wonky connection, it's the left side that goes? Am I imagining this or is there a technical reason behind it? I discovered that my coveted Sennheiser PMX 60's have a loose connection, so I've rigged a bobby pin to keep a crick in the wire.

While hwan.com is kind of like a journal, it's not much of a diary. That is to say, I cannot (and do not) put down my deepest confessions and musings. Where do they go? Mixing around in my brain like a soup, or a tornado attempting to spill out through cracks in my speech and writings.